I, Ritsuka, Siscon Grand Hero

She's about sixteen this year and already a second-year high school student. However, there are only a few classes in the entire high school, making the school feel quite deserted overall.

Walking through the corridor, Ritsuka scanned Fuyuki through the window with a sigh. "After experiencing two major disasters consecutively, a small population is inevitable."

She took out her key, opened the door, and walked into the empty classroom. Ritsuka had just gotten this key from the duty teacher when she passed by the staff room. Usually, the first person to arrive at school would pick up the key for the class.

Opening the window for ventilation and taking out a broom to do a simple dusting, Ritsuka's thoughts gradually drifted away.

It's been almost five years since Kiritsugu passed away. She and Miyu have been living a more ordinary and frugal life than when Kiritsugu was still around, especially since their source of income was a major issue.

Being underage, Ritsuka initially relied entirely on Fujimura Raika's support to stubbornly persevere until she could earn money through odd jobs. With a physical condition far exceeding her peers, she could work three times as much as others, earning her a legendary status in the industry.

The fire in Shinto ten years ago and the black mud that swept through half of Miyamachi five years ago were two disasters that severely reduced Fuyuki City's population.

Actually, it's better that it's a little deserted. Although Ritsuka has been picking Miyu up and dropping her off at school for a long time, if more people were around, things would become more complicated. It would be a very bad situation if Miyu's existence were discovered by certain individuals.

The power of the Divine Child disappearing from Miyu wouldn't bring complete peace, because in her memory, she always remembered that Miyu would get into trouble.

She couldn't recall the specific circumstances, but she remained constantly vigilant.

As Miyu grew older, she changed significantly, so Ritsuka wasn't too worried about Miyu being recognized. Ritsuka herself had also made changes, even altering her favorite style of wearing her long hair down to a ponytail.

Her magical energy was also never used carelessly outside the Emiya residence…

Although the method of concealment was quite crude, it was the best Ritsuka could do without having formally studied basic Magecraft. She had no other means besides brute force.

In short, if it came to fists, Ritsuka could easily take down over a dozen adult men by herself. She had tested this at the Fujimura group.

But when it came to using spells or similar things, like using Magecraft for disguise, then I'm sorry, she hadn't even mastered much of the basics. Even the daily divine skill of Hypnotic Magecraft was only partially mastered.

"Phew~ The cleaning is almost done, I'm finished."

Ritsuka wiped nonexistent sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, then neatly placed the broom back in the corner, preparing to get a head start on her schoolwork.

A silhouette appeared in the doorway, the early morning light illuminating someone's back. "Senpai."

But before she could sit down, a soft voice sounded from the doorway. A graceful girl stood there, the wind blowing in from the window lifting her long purple hair.

Her jewel-like purple eyes looked at Ritsuka. After their eyes met for a moment, the girl playfully blinked, and Ritsuka finally reacted.

Smiling slightly, Ritsuka glanced at the time and was a little surprised. "Sakura, you're here so early today. Don't you usually arrive just before class starts?"

The classes at Hogwarts Academy were relatively relaxed. High school classes started at eight in the morning. Ritsuka knew that Sakura, who had a habit of sleeping in, would usually sleep until she woke up naturally and then rush to class groggily.

So, her words carried a hint of teasing.

"Senpai, are you saying I'm lazy... Hmph, so what if I'm lazy? Is there something wrong with sleeping until I wake up naturally?"

Sakura narrowed her eyes and pouted discontentedly. Her cute, chubby face made Ritsuka's hands itch to pinch it, thinking it would feel great.

But she quickly suppressed the incredibly tempting thought and returned to her seat, taking out a pink lunchbox from her backpack and handing it to Sakura. "Here you go, lunch for today."

The insulated lunchbox contained the lunch Ritsuka had prepared early that morning. There were three portions in total, one each for herself, Miyu, and Sakura, packaged separately.

With excellent domestic skills and a habit of taking care of others, Ritsuka had always looked after Sakura during their interactions, including preparing lunch for her.

Witnessing Sakura's transformation from someone who occasionally showed a reclusive side to becoming a campus celebrity, Ritsuka felt genuinely gratified just by looking at Sakura's smile during their daily conversations. Their relationship deepened faster than she had imagined.

Ever since she gave Sakura the little panda plushie as a gift…

Hugging the lunchbox, Sakura felt the warmth from the surface and a relaxed smile spread across her face. "By the way, Senpai, are we going to pick up Miyu together today too?"

"Ah, that's right. I even came early today to do the cleaning. Being a big sister is tough."

Partially closing the classroom door, Ritsuka clapped her hands, dusting off the dirt.

Although she complained verbally, the look of happiness that unconsciously appeared on Ritsuka's face revealed her true feelings, making Sakura smile along with her.

Who wouldn't like a cute child like Miyu?

"Right, there's still some time. Sakura, do you want to come with me to the Kyudo Club?"

At the teacher's request, Ritsuka, who was also the captain of the Kyudo Club, planned to clean the dojo and perhaps do some archery to relax.

Since it was free, she might as well make use of it. As the captain, she had the final say in the Kyudo Club, which only had three members.

Hearing this, Sakura, who was putting her lunch into her school bag, nodded gently. "Mhm, I'll go with you."

Walking down the empty corridor, they only passed two male students. Fuyuki City's population wasn't growing, so the number of students at the private Hogwarts Academy was naturally limited. If this continued, the school might go bankrupt due to a lack of enrollment.

But none of that concerned Ritsuka…

Swinging the dojo key in her hand, Ritsuka asked without looking back, "By the way, Sakura, isn't Shinji still sleeping in?"

"My brother? He's probably still sleeping in."

Sakura smiled helplessly. As a friend she had known for a year, Shinji's only defining characteristic in Ritsuka's impression was "lazy pig," though not in a bad way.

He was an okay guy, at least his attitude towards Sakura as her older brother was quite proper.

"As the vice-captain of the Kyudo Club, being this lazy is unacceptable. Although Taiga insisted on dragging him in just to make up the numbers."

Tiger of Fuyuki, Fujimura Taiga, was also a major feature of Hogwarts High School. Their school's club requirement was a minimum of three members, and getting Sakura was already Ritsuka's limit.

Shinji was incredibly lazy. If Taiga hadn't glared at him and roared, he would definitely have joined the "Go Home Club."

Reaching the end of a corridor, Ritsuka inserted the key into the lock and paused slightly. The main door she had locked last night was now unlocked. Someone had entered after she and Sakura left yesterday.

Sakura and Ritsuka exchanged a glance, then slowly opened the large door, sticking half their heads in and squinting at the seaweed-haired person who was cleaning…

Hearing the commotion, Shinji turned slightly to look at the doorway and listlessly greeted the two, "Good morning."

After a moment of silence, Ritsuka, pulling Sakura along, retreated under Shinji's confused gaze—

"Oh my god, Shinji's actually cleaning voluntarily!"

"Shut up! You jerk, if Ms. Taiga hadn't dragged me out of bed this morning, do you think I'd be willing to come here?!" Chapter 19: Shinji, Who Trades His Sister for Lunch, is Trash

Inside the moderately sized dojo, the three of them began a vigorous cleaning session. Even the formerly reluctant participant, who had almost flipped the table, was ( ) working hard.

Holding a mop, Ritsuka wiped the floor in the dojo, while Sakura tidied up the bows and other equipment. After all, the Kyudo Club had few members and limited funds. The student council only provided half the activity funds compared to other regular clubs, so everything had to be used sparingly.

Although Ritsuka wasn't particularly interested in the Kyudo Club at first, after spending more time here, she found that having such a quiet space was quite nice, and archery itself was also quite stress-relieving.

With her considerable talent, she shot quite well after getting the hang of it. Perhaps she really did have a knack for it?

Japanese bows are very long, and at first, she found them quite unwieldy. But now, it was going pretty well.

With a bow approximately 2.2 meters long set up, Ritsuka naturally entered her zone. Her body stood straight, arms hanging naturally. Since this was just casual personal practice and not for any competition, Ritsuka subconsciously avoided any unnecessary movements.

Whoosh!—

"Phew~ My archery is quite accurate."

Smiling slightly, and recalling a famous scene of someone being overly dramatic, Ritsuka said something that left the others bewildered.

The arrow steadily hit the bullseye. Shinji, beside her, wiped the table as if nothing had happened, while Sakura gently applauded, making Ritsuka, who had exited her (chuunibyou) state, laugh awkwardly.

Taking the water Sakura handed her, Ritsuka and Sakura tidied up the area together. Shinji, meanwhile, carried a pile of cleaning supplies and put them all back in their places.

With nearly an hour left before class, the three pulled a small table to the center, placed cushions, and rested on the spot. Cleaning a dojo dozens of meters long was quite a test of stamina. In the past, it was always Taiga, with her boundless energy, who led them in this task.

But today, for some unknown reason, Taiga had roped in the lazy Shinji, making the workload feel like it had suddenly doubled...

Taking a sip of cool water, Ritsuka took out several bags of snacks she had been saving, tore them open, and piled them on the table. She then turned to get drinks from the storage room.

Just then, Shinji suddenly awakened and, with quick reflexes, reached into a bag of potato chips. He was then hit on the hand by a ruler that came down from above.

"Ouch! Sakura, what are you doing?"

Shinji gasped, glaring at Sakura, who was slowly retracting her ruler, with a look of utter confusion, but more so with annoyance.

He had been so close to succeeding!

Trying to sneak some food when Ritsuka wasn't paying attention was harder than escaping the seal of a quilt spirit.

Sakura sighed, looking at the indignant Shinji, feeling helpless to have such a brother. "Brother, you only have senpai in your heart, not me, your sister. I'm just stealing a little bit."

"Tch, you only care about senpai and not me, your brother, right? I'm just stealing a little bit."

Shinji, like a monkey, was frantically scratching his ears and cheeks, his stomach rumbling. He hadn't eaten breakfast after being dragged out by Taiga that morning and was starving.

Seeing Shinji's restless movements again, Sakura slightly averted her gaze. Shinji's eyes lit up, but he didn't notice Ritsuka standing behind him...

"Shinji!"

Ritsuka's right hand, fingers spread, gripped his seaweed-like hair, and with a blank expression, she delivered a 'Grip of Immortality.'

Just as he put a potato chip into his mouth, crunching happily, Shinji yelped in pain and bit his tongue. His body trembled uncontrollably. "A-ah! A-ah! A-ah... You jerk, let go of me!!"

A moment later, freed from Ritsuka's grasp, Shinji's eyeballs rolled around—

"Oh, right, Emiya, you're making lunch for Sakura today, aren't you? How about we make a deal."

"What?"

"I'll give you my sister in marriage, and from tomorrow onwards, you'll also make me a lunch... Pwah—!"

A chop to the back of the head landed. Completely caught off guard, Shinji was knocked to the ground by Sakura with a single blow, his head smashing onto the floor.

"Hey! You guys be a little quieter, you're disturbing the other clubs!"

The door to the Kyudo Club was pushed open, and a man with a stern expression poked half his body in. He paused for a moment, looking at the familiar scene, and then spoke, drawing the attention of the three.

"Julian?"

"Student Council President?"

Ritsuka and Sakura spoke in unison, greeting the unexpected visitor as they recognized him. Julian responded to each of them.

Casually swatting Shinji aside with a palm, Ritsuka walked towards the door and stopped a short distance from Julian.

"Julian, is there something you need to say?"

Looking at Ritsuka, who was acting as if they were old friends, Julian's expression became slightly gloomy. This was a woman he couldn't handle, someone he usually avoided as much as possible.

Sighing inwardly, Julian raised his gaze. "Call me Student Council President."

"Well, we're so familiar with each other, you're really rigid."

Slap! A hand landed on Julian's shoulder. After receiving such a blow from the strongest myth in the industrial world, Julian's face twitched slightly. He was completely helpless against this kind of person.

"I do have something to say. The photography club next door complained that your club member, Shinji, is always making strange noises and asked if you could tone it down."

"Hey, hey! What does that have to do with me?! It's Ritsuka... Mmph mmmph..."

Julian knew the reason. He glanced at Matou Shinji in the center of the empty space. The guy's mouth was currently being covered by his own sister, Sakura, rendering him unable to speak.

Tsk tsk, what a miserable life. Julian, whose sisters were all "super obedient" at home, inwardly scorned Shinji.

He coughed into his fist, then pulled out a small notebook. Julian wrote as he spoke, "If there are any more complaints, your activity funds will be reduced."

"Huh? We already get half of what other clubs do, and you want to cut it further?"

As soon as the topic of money for slacking off came up, Ritsuka's face fell. They immediately grabbed a nearby bow and "friendly" choked the Student Council President with it.

Julian, whose face turned the color of liver, was subdued on the spot.

However, perhaps due to poor quality, the bow that had been used for a long time suddenly snapped with a crack, breaking into two pieces. This allowed Julian to roll away and escape Ritsuka's attack range.

"You, do you want to kill me?"

"Not exactly, but President, take a good look. I even broke a bow trying to restrain you. Old things are severely lacking in quality. Don't you think about adding some funds to the Kyudo Club this month?"

Ritsuka, with a thick skin, scratched their head sheepishly and said something that shattered Julian's worldview.

You broke something trying to kill me, and I have to pay for it?

Julian was bewildered. He glanced at Ritsuka's "kind" expression and once again confirmed that this woman was not to be trifled with. There was no reasoning with her.

"Let's add some. Otherwise... I'll give you a massage?"

Ritsuka slammed the Kyudo Club door shut, cutting off Julian's escape route. Their gentle smile sent a shiver down his spine.

As for massages, there was once a brave soul who, under the hands of this outwardly cute girl, was massaged into such ecstasy that he broke a rib. The brutality was appalling.

That boy had originally declared he would make her pay, but the next day he simply vanished from school...

"No, no need to be polite. You'll get your normal budget this month."

Satisfied with the answer, Ritsuka opened the door and let the President out. Julian Ichiyoshi, the most miserable Student Council President in the world, reluctantly clutched his notebook and scurried away.

Watching the somewhat dishevelled figure